"you know the nerves that you're feeling now, they're not nerves. its adrenaline. now channel it." as janet dickinson says.
rock and roll is ruinous.
its times like these we learn to live again its times like these time and time again.
perfection at 4:27 PM
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Friday, August 22, 2008
is this what its like to grow up. where you can dig up the deepest graves. lean over, comprehend, take it in. then throw the sordid soil back, unflinching. and leave them standing, in the know. no hands forward, no threads shortened? just a simplistic symbol of the shoulder brush. maybe then, i'm only just starting to feel my way around.
jam aloud two this saturday. how am i going to do it. i've got to find out.
excerpts from "Civil War" by Guns N' Roses. look at your young men fighting. look at your women crying. look at your young men dying. the way they've always done before.
my hands are tied. the billions shift from side to side. and the wars go on with brainwashed pride. for the love of God and our human rights. and all these things are swept aside. by bloody hands time cant deny. and are washed away by your genocide and history hides the lies of our civil wars.
that you cant trust freedom. when its not in your hands. when everybody's fighting. for their promised land.
look at the shoes you're filling. look at the the blood we're spilling. look at the world we're killing. the way we've always done before. look in the doubt we've wallowed. look at the leaders we've followed. look at the lies we've swallowed. and i dont wanna hear no more.
my hands are tied. for all i've seen has changed my mind. but still the wars go on as the years go by. with no love of God or human rights. cause all these dreams are swept aside. by bloody hands of the hypnotized. who carry the cross of homicide. and history bears the scars of our civil wars.
i dont need your civil war. i dont need one more war. whats so civil about war anyway.
awesome. i have a lecture at 0800 tmr. and here i am.
for example to create a vacuum then we fill that vacuum as popular war advances peace is closer.
perfection at 3:36 PM
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Thursday, August 21, 2008
i pride myself in being able to wake up at 11am today. hear the applause.
thankfully, i've secured my three-day week. but i know not its consequences.
can somebody teach me how to use the central library? its vastness and complexity overwhelm me.
which comes first. the chicken or the egg. the tune or the words. no excuse, i know. i'm just caught up right now.
one day. to watch me from you. one day.
okay stop the disturbance. i am reading my gek now.
and you come to me on a summer breeze keep me warm in your love then you softly leave.
perfection at 2:52 PM
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Wednesday, August 20, 2008
i have a million chocolates in a thousand different forms in my fridge right now. and they've been there for a long time. somehow something always crops up. cases in which i have to employ my vocal chords. so my freedom to indulge is taken away by responsibility.
oh man, i totally feel the love. from all those who sincerely wished me "all the best" for my jazz auditions. and my lovely 0806 for making me feel remembered and missed. thank you.
and the to-do lists just keep getting longer.
"never give a dangerous man nothing to lose". from the new movie, Death Race.
pretty fly for a white guy.
if you leave me now you'll take away the biggest part of me ooh ooh ooh no baby please dont go.
perfection at 12:38 PM
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Saturday, August 16, 2008
and that wraps up the first week of school. everything's going pretty well. except that maybe econs lecture could use a little spice-up. all five wrapped, crisp, yummy textbooks lay in wait. for their service to be called upon.
i am hungry. now. but i'm fighting the feeling.
honoured and humbled. moreover, by name. safe to say, we all sort of grew up together. thats pretty amazing. a rather indescribable link that threads through our shared passion for the sport. the sport, thats what it is. that which has drawn out mutual respect for each other.
yes, those were the days. the fights on the courts and in our heads. the shouts, the fists, the intensity on our faces. oh how i miss the spirit of competition and sportsmanship. how i long to be immersed in its strategy and gameplay again. that feeling, that rush. nothing else comes close.
incidentally, its lin dan versus chen jin at the beijing olympic finals. i'd know who to put my money on. but chen is proving to be a worthy opponent.
why doesnt anyone put the word "badminton" in a song?
nus jazz band auditions tmr. the nervousness as usual.
memory, all alone in the moonlight i can smile at the old days i was beautiful then i remember the time when i knew what happiness was let the memory live again touch me, its so easy to leave me all alone with the memory of my days in the sun if you touch me, you'll understand what happiness is look, a new day has begun.
perfection at 4:39 PM
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Wednesday, August 13, 2008
"But as he brought it nearer to his face his breath transformed the fragile crystal into dew. If frozen again, would it fashion yet another novel symmetry...as did The Game...the hundreds of games, the thousands - from a distance all just Chess - yet, when looked at closely, each variation as wondrously unique as any snowflake: as intricate, as beautiful, as infinite?" r. muir has this amazing knack for imagery and analogy. i've blogged more quotes from this book than any other.
music does not solely consist of passive listening. i doubt love is involved if all you do is enjoy what comes outta the radio.
EL1101E is intriguing. hope it stays that way. school should stay that way.
i tried to be Grace Kelly but all her looks were too sad so i tried a little Freddie i've gone identity mad.
perfection at 9:38 AM
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Monday, August 11, 2008
school starts in a few hours. i am stoked. i'm not lying.
i guess i kinda see. and i trust i kinda know. which ones to rid and free. which ones stay down below.
too many instrumentals. too little words. seems its back to work.
sweet child. dani. time is. classics. blue exit. no other. for life.
you'll always be a part of me i'm part of you indefinitely time cant erase a feeling this strong no way you're ever gonna shake me blue exit, you'll always be my baby.
perfection at 7:31 PM
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Sunday, August 10, 2008
way down there. smiles and fool's gold. soaking it all up. just, just because. dont play it like that. no apples and boots. right under your nose, baby. oh wait, we all are.
then, former. got an issue? relieve your alibis.
i got a feeling i'm gonna love jam tomorrow. and dangerously, i wont get enough of it.
i hang my head from sorrow. slave to humanity. i wear it on my shoulders. gotta find the strength in me. even when i'm a mess. i still put on a vest with an 'S'. on my chest, oh yes.
we'll see what brings who where.
and just fake it if you're out of direction fake it if you dont belong here fake it if you feel like infection woah you're such a ______ hypocrite.
perfection at 2:15 AM
theJOURNEY.
theTUNES.
what sing you.
theMUSICIAN.
dania
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